Reflection Eternal, Mr. Khaliyl, Yasiin Bey - Fortified Live lyrics

The highest caliber make it a
Night to remember like Shalamar
Then escape to Havana with Assata
I do what I gotta
Planes get shot down in Cuban
Air space over the water
I got insight it's a clear
Case of reading your aura
Man what you got for us as my Black
Men stand in line like a chorus
Makin' these MC's our sons like Horus
I'm always taking shots like
A Japanese tourist, get the picture?
Flyer than Keyser Soze and no exposure

I'm sippin wishing well water
Imported from Pluto
That's why my eyes is glassy
So ain't got to ask me
The interplanetary Illuminati move your body
I trekked the stars first


So fuck Kirk and Scotty
I threw basement parties on the Mothership
Now I'm on planet Earth on some other shit
Many 'habitants of this world
Be strivin and struggling
Tryin to eat food and keep
The rights to they publishing, huh
Ghetto red hot
Man that shit is like bubbling
Can't get no peace cause
The Beast keep troubling
Youth, they oppose and the
Blows they be doubling
Nike heads is trife and the shots
They be thundering
Ways and customs don't make any sense
They be givin me stress and
They test my maintenance
Use the sand and the Ummah as my sustenance
No, this style will never lack
Melanin's my evidence

In order to effective
With your words you must be selective
Cause showin and provin is
The Prime Directive
Movin those who are outdated
With vernaculated thought, so
Every time I take a turn MC's take a loss
My point across
I gotta get to where I want to be
As the wickedest public speaker since '73
Or '74
Which was the year I first touched ground
As the physical manifestation of
Sight and sound so gather 'round
To hear the profound brown vomiter
Absorb the sonic energy manifestin
Through your monitor
The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear
Mr man, in nine ether represent right here
Check it out

This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet
Yo, we bring it to Medina
Like the prophet Mohammed

Peace be upon he, and, we MC's
Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree

Yo, what's wrong with this picture?
Don't it seem bugged
MC's is high on they supply
Sounds like they takin drugs
Y'all trippin like mescaline and killin
The feeling like penicillin
Switchin' to Lionel Rich' and
Dancin on the ceilin
Go ahead and be a heroin, your own mind
Fuck your internet
Coke is it when you on line
Smokin dirty weed
Ignorin the medicinal herbals
So we in your ass like you was
Richard Gere and we was gerbils
You get stepped on like crack
Vials by ghetto children, plus
Swept under the rug
We turnin niggas into dust
You done came out of the earth
What your life worth?
When you get left with what you had
On the day of your birth

Hayo, it's the super scientifical
High powered prolifical
Lyrically a miracle, mentally I'm physical
Massively I'm critical, verbally invincible
These kids wanna battle but
The material's pitiful
The only original, wicked individual
Whenever I rhyme
I break it down into syllables
Simply because it's coming straight
Out of Brooklyn it sounds so out of sight I
Got the blind people lookin
It's Mr man the act, boy what? You get stolen
I'll cut your ass in half and
Leave you with a semicolon

We cold-crushin MCs that's gold-rushin
For the cheese they see a flash in the
Pan waitin for royalties

But kings and queens get overthrown
When they grab the microphone
Shootin videos in homes that they
Know they'll never own
I guess they cannot work alone
They forever with crew l sparking
Steady barking bout the wildness they do
Posin in photographs shot
At complimentary angles
Be playin Mr tuffy when
They feminine like bangles
Practices is fraudulent
Fallacies record to tape step in my zone
Your spot'll get blown like Watergate

Wait, my blastin rate is past a
State of rappers who procrastinate
Mr man is great, so every time I rhyme
I fascinate
Masses hate to have to wait for me to unload
So I flip into my mode and
Rhyme long like a road
See, I drop the greats like
Clumsy waiters drop plates
I got rhymes by the crates
To erase the duplicates
Cause, I blow wack rappers out like afros
My shit is so phat it be stretchin my asshole
But huh, that's not the point because
I'm better than most
I make MCs Wonder like bread but then
Bread gets toast
It's like that, Mr man, Mos Def, and Kweli
Represent for every single real MC
You don't stop
(Yo, yo, yo, this is the mighty Mos Def)